A break? Doi raised an eyebrow at Hon’s statement and slightly relaxed. He slowly stood up from his crouched position and carefully watched his opponents antics. Hon rubbed his stomach in a gesture that was widely understood by many - it was that of hunger.
Doi could understand the effects an empty stomach would have on one’s physical performance despite not being very hungry himself. Though, he did now slightly crave some udon noodles. He’d had himself an amazing bowl of the stuff down in the Susukino district the other day... Safe to say he dreamt of noodles that night.
Sharply turning his focus back to his opponent, Doi spotted Hon rapidly approaching his position. The rules they’d made at the start of the spar put some restrictions on what the white-haired teen could do. Most of his jutsu were dangerous — if not lethal — and weren’t exactly spar material, thus leading to a long and drawn out battle. It wasn't much fun, frankly. Not even to someone like Doi, who's entire arsenal consisted of ninjutsu techniques. No longer wanting to continue playing this game of cat and mouse, he would once again cloak himself in his Storm Mail armor and run back at his opponent.
Soreness would be a side effect of using the chakra cloak like jutsu multiple times — due to the strain it put on one's body — but Doi wanted to at least enjoy himself for the remainder of the spar. Whether or not he lost did not matter at this point.
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Doi could understand the effects an empty stomach would have on one’s physical performance despite not being very hungry himself. Though, he did now slightly crave some udon noodles. He’d had himself an amazing bowl of the stuff down in the Susukino district the other day... Safe to say he dreamt of noodles that night.
Sharply turning his focus back to his opponent, Doi spotted Hon rapidly approaching his position. The rules they’d made at the start of the spar put some restrictions on what the white-haired teen could do. Most of his jutsu were dangerous — if not lethal — and weren’t exactly spar material, thus leading to a long and drawn out battle. It wasn't much fun, frankly. Not even to someone like Doi, who's entire arsenal consisted of ninjutsu techniques. No longer wanting to continue playing this game of cat and mouse, he would once again cloak himself in his Storm Mail armor and run back at his opponent.
Soreness would be a side effect of using the chakra cloak like jutsu multiple times — due to the strain it put on one's body — but Doi wanted to at least enjoy himself for the remainder of the spar. Whether or not he lost did not matter at this point.
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